“Get up you good-for-nothing freak. UP!” Was the first thing that Harry James Potter heard this early morning.

He opened his eyes and groaned, closing them again. Then he opened them again and looked around, alarmed. What the hell? He was back in the cupboard under the stairs. The problem was that he had no idea how’d he got in there. The last thing he remembered was crashing down in his old room, which was formerly Dudley's second bedroom.

He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes.

“Are you up yet?” Asked the annoying voice of Aunt Petunia behind the door.

“Nearly…” Harry answered automatically.

Harry nearly fell off his poor excuse of a bed when he heard his own voice. It wasn’t a manly baritone he was used to; it belonged to a scared little boy.

Harry quickly thrust his hand under the mattress and pulled out a shard of a broken mirror (formerly owned by Aunt Petunia, but Dudley accidentally broke it. Of course Harry took the blame and was forced to clean it up). His breath was knocked out of him when he saw a puny young kid instead of a handsome teenager. He shook his head in misunderstanding. What happened? Was he thrown back in time? Was this just another joke of Voldemort’s?

While still cracking his brain, he started looking for some clean pair of socks and it was only after he had pulled them on he fully realized what exactly happened. It wasn’t any of Voldie’s old tricks because at the moment he was a mere shadow, probably possessing a rodent or something. Neither was he thrown back in time. He was a Seer. He just Saw what exactly will happen to him until he was nearly an adult. He remembered sitting on his bed last night and wondering what will happen to him.

He pouted and went to the kitchen.

“Watch Duddy’s breakfast.” She said commandingly. “I want my little baby to be well fed. It’s horrible of what I’ve heard of that cafeteria food. Horrible.” She said more to herself than to Harry.

Harry snorted.

“What was that!”

“Nothing, nothing.”

Aunt Petunia snorted herself and greeted her husband, who chose that moment to enter the kitchen, with a kiss. Harry turned away because he hated the sight. It was really disgusting to see these two kiss. Eugh! And to think the two actually had sex once (well, Dudley had to be created somehow). Oy, bad mental images!

While ‘watching Dudley’s breakfast’ Harry went through the stuff he knew about. He definitely still had the knowledge gained in classes. Both magical and muggle. He also knew where does babies come from (the little fact he didn’t know when he was 9 year old). Thinking about Ginny, he still found himself attracted to her. In the other word, he was mentally still the soon-to-be 17 Harry’s, but physically the 9 year old Harry.

Finally it was time to go to school.

A/N: I hope you liked it. And I think I’ll make it into a challenge. You do the same thing about Harry waking up one day and discovering that what he’s been though hasn’t happened… yet. Please contact me of you decide to accept.

There is only one simple rule: spoilers from at least the first three books.

Bye-bye.